When I was a man--a long time ago--I did pilgrimage to Guru Ch'wan among the poplars' (he pointed Bhotanwards), 'where they keep the Sacred Horse.' 'Quiet, be quiet!' said Shamlegh, all arow.

'He speaks of Jam-lin-nin-k'or, the Horse That Can Go Round The World In a Day.' 'I speak to my chela only,' said the lama, in gentle reproof, and they scattered like frost on south eaves of a morning.

'I did not seek truth in those days, but the talk of doctrine.

All illusion! I drank the beer and ate the bread of Guru Ch'wan.

Next day one said: "We go out to fight Sangor Gutok down the valley to discover" (mark again how Lust is tied to Anger!) "which Abbot shall bear rule in the valley and take the profit of the prayers they print at Sangor Gutok." I went, and we fought a day.' 'But how, Holy One ?' 'With our long pencases as I could have shown ...